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I can’t say I’ve quite figured out the precise recipe for “growing up” yet, but one important part of the process seems to be the weeding out of ill-fitting values that were acquired by unthinking childhood osmosis.

One of the most pernicious beliefs that I absorbed as a child, from the soup of competitive middle-class values that surrounded me, [ . . . ]

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